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Ra's returned twenty minutes later, Robin was covered in sweat and Psimon had a slippery smile across his face.

"Don't look so in pain," Psimon teased, "we could have used real guns instead of memory."

"What's the difference if it feels the same?" Robin said between his panting lungs.

"You don't die," Ra's lifted an eyebrow, "you know we are not going to kill you?"

"Just torture me right?" Robin glared. "So what's the deal this time, is it for the money? Are you trying to lure Batman down here? Or are you just bitter cause the Justice League has kicked your asses too many times to count? The list goes on."

"You're lucky we need you alive or that mouth of yours would have costed you your head," he glared back, but suddenly his beat changed. "Did you know that even excruciating pain will be forgotten of its intensity after it's been experienced? Some say it's why mothers with many kids can go through childbirth so many times, because they always forget how bad it really does hurt. Luckily a strong enough telepath can tap into that memory and surface the pain, because I want you to always remember what it feels like to be shot. . . Or the feeling of being stabbed!" Suddenly he pulled out a knife and jammed it into Robin's leg, he yelled out in pain.

"You think you can remember that pain or shall I continue?"

When Robin said nothing he stabbed him again and again, until eventually Robin nodded frantically.

"Say it or it'll be your eye!" he brought the knife to Robin's face.

"I'll remember the pain," he repeated.

Pulling away he suddenly went back to his overly sophisticated self, he continued, "Very Good, now, as I was saying, if you forget the pain or simply choose not to remember you will live as a fool. When you finally kill someone, have the guts to draw the light from someone's chest to warm your own face with you need to know what they feel . . . it makes it so much more gratifying when you know. . ."

"I'd never kill anyone,"

"You would have never killed anyone," he turned to head out the door, "but things are going to change, come Psimon, I'll discuss the rest of his treatment with you out here."

It wasn't until they left did Robin feel his pounding heart, it was so loud it started to give him a throbbing headache. Too weak to even flex his fingers he began to beg that Batman would come save him, he started to try and convince himself that M'gann had put up the telepathic connection and could hear him. He begged to hear their voices telling him they were coming, although he knew they could not hear him.

Meanwhile:

"Where is the League of Shadow!" Batman yelled as he slammed the man into the brick wall before them, the guy's head almost creating a small crater. The man gasped as struggled to get out of the Batman's death grip, but it was useless.

"I don't know what you're talking about man-"

"The League of Shadows," Batman snarled, "you worked with them?"

". . . the League of, oh yeah," he cleared his throat, "I did a tiny job for them this one time, but it was many years back. I haven't had any contact with them since, I swear!"

"Damn it!" Batman yelled as he slammed the guy once more in anger.

"Come on, he doesn't know anything," Superman put his hand on Batman's shoulder, "taking your anger out on an innocent pedestrian is besides us. We'll find Robin another way."

"I know," Batman grumbled under his breath, his glare at the man before him strong enough to shatter glass.

"Yeah, man," the guy gulped in fear, "just let me go, I didn't do nothing."

Batman stood there for a moment just pondering, but eventually his grip loosen and he shoved the guy away from him, "Fine, get out of here." Taking a moment to breathe he calmed down.

"So why that guy?" Superman asked.

"Through my research I found he had worked with them," Batman replied, "as a delivery boy so he had obviously been inside their base, and I thought maybe he was still doing their dirty work for them."

"I'm sorry he wasn't more help, Bruce," he sighed, "but what about . . ."

"Talia?" He exhaled deeply. "I've tried to get in contact with her about a million times, she refuses to hear a single word from me. . . I'm going to keep trying to talk to her, but I can't guarantee she'll help willingly."

Meanwhile:

For minutes Robin just slowly flexed his hands into a fist and back out again, it was hard for him to do with the new technology built onto his arms. Every time he'd bring his hand out again the pressure on the muscles in his arm was so tight it made him feel sick to his stomach and turn his hands red, he soon became afraid he'd lose circulation to his hands. He tried to figure out what it was, but he would need to get a closer look at it, and from this position he wouldn't be getting that.

What he desperately needed was to move around, being locked to a table for many hours made his legs cramp like a million knots in his muscles and his back stiffen like a board. He was so uncomfortable, the skin of his bare back sticking to the metal table, and he was starving. He hadn't eaten since he was kidnapped, now he knew how Wally felt all the time.

That's when Ra's entered, Psimon at his side.

"Now, I have one last thing I need to show you," Ra's came in.

"That's it, one more thing? What's going on?"

"Always so suspicious of people," he smirked, "and, yes, one last thing and you'll be done. Luckily you're the Boy Wonder, at the top of fighting skills, agility, and stealth, so you require no physical training . . . Just a change of mind really."

"Jeez, I thought I was secretive, but you people-"

"-You'll find out very soon," he interrupted him, "very soon, but for now here is your second and last treatment. Although it's excruciating for the body to be inflicted upon, stabbed, shot, and so forth, mental pain is considered to be far more painful. A cut, broken bone, bruise, give it medical attention and it'll heal just like that, but the mind is far more complex. The mind is far more taunting, distressing, and brutally truthful, it's something that doesn't always heal with something as simple as a band aid. . . ."

"And what's your point?"

"You'll see, Psimon you know what to do,"

Psimon gave a quick nod, and Robin exhaled in irritation as the slimy man entered his mind again, invading all his personal thoughts, secrets, and experiences one by one. Until Psimon targeted a single memory, one that he practically hacked into find all his emotions attached to that memory, and this suddenly made him understand what Psimon was doing. Now desperate he begged the man in his mind to leave him alone.